Dungeons and Dalliances

7.56 – Bordello VII

7.56 – Bordello VII

To Natalie's delight, it didn't take much convincing to get another drawing out of Vanetta. While the first was delightful, Vanetta was unfortunately clothed in it—if only in lingerie—and even with a cock sticking up between her legs, Natalie wanted a lewder one. Maybe she'd start a collection. This probably wasn't the only time Vanetta would get a Bordello assignment during their stay at the City of Eros.

The next pose strained Natalie's self-control, though. And while getting another drawing out of her hadn't taken much convincing, the exact pose had. Because—it was lewd positioning.

The silver bullet of her argument had been pointing out that it was either this, or much more directly lewd activities. So Vanetta grumbled and groused, but in the end, ended up agreeing. Because a drawing was better than 'doing the real thing', right?

Hence, Natalie was lying on the bed, head pointing toward the mirror, with a naked Vanetta straddling her. The other girl wasn't actually riding her, but they were both naked, in bed, and Natalie's cock was sticking up and onto her stomach—all it would take was the girl to raise her hips and slap back down. That imagery was making it hard for Natalie to focus. Which was fine, since she wasn't the one who needed to concentrate, but nonetheless, this event was turning out to be a trial of self-control.

"I can't believe you convinced me to do this," Vanetta mumbled for the third or fourth time.

"Neither can I," Natalie teased. "Also, it's kind of tragic that your first time is going to be in a drawing, isn't it?"

Deadpan, Vanetta said, "I don't think a drawing counts as a 'first time'." But the words seemed to fluster her, which had been Natalie's goal.

This time, Natalie didn't get to watch the drawing come to life, since she couldn't peek over Vanetta's shoulder as she worked. As much as she'd loved watching her draw during the first session, she was okay with missing out on the full process. Because in the end, she would get a picture of Vanetta riding her. While the pose itself didn't have Natalie inside the other girl, the drawing would—and she would get to keep it forever. Well worth the small token fee. Truly, the Bordello was a wonderful establishment.

"Why'd you pick up drawing, anyway?" Natalie asked.

Vanetta glanced at her. "I'm trying to focus."

"Can't help it. I need a distraction. I might do something rash, if I'm left to my own devices." Her eyes wandered down to where they were joined, but not joined the way she wanted. "It's pretty tempting, you know."

"Not happening," Vanetta warned, flicking the tip of Natalie's cock—which also wasn't helping matters. "You might've convinced me into … more than I expected, already. But that's off limits."

"Fine, fine." She could tell Vanetta meant it, and not in the flimsy fake protests she gave for their other activities. She didn't want to go all the way with Natalie. Not yet, being the hopeful qualifier. "But I really do need a distraction. You have any idea how unfair it is to have a naked girl sitting on my lap, rubbing her pussy against me?"

"I'm not rubbing anything against anything. And you asked for this."

"I do tend to make most of my own problems," Natalie joked. "So?"

"So?"

"Why'd you start drawing?"

"It was just something to do, when I was younger. I…" she paused. "There were times when there wasn't much else to do." Something in her voice told Natalie there was more to that story, but Vanetta wasn't remotely an 'open and sharing' type of individual. She continued before Natalie could have tried easing out an explanation, anyway. "And I liked it. It became a habit. There's no grand reason, if that's what you're looking for. How do any hobbies start?"

"And where'd you grow up?" Natalie asked.

The casual attempt at finding out more didn't work. The notebook dropped a few inches, and Vanetta eyed her overtop it. "I don't like talking about my past."

"Not at all?"

"No."

No luck there, it seemed. Natalie shrugged. "Alright, I won't press." A short beat of silence. "Well, how about the present, then? How come you lock up so much around Elida?"

"Lock … up?"

"I know you're reserved, but you still talk and joke around with me, here and there. But around her, you shut down. You've known her longer, haven't you?"

"You aren't Elida."

"That might be the nicest thing you've said to me."

Amused, Vanetta poked Natalie's stomach with the butt of her pencil. The way she leaned forward slightly to do so had Natalie's cock brushing against her stomach, and it jumped in response at the contact. Vanetta eyed it, then eyed her, as if it was her fault.

"More importantly," Vanetta said, "you aren't a Parda-Halt. Anyone with half a thought bouncing in their head wouldn't give one of them an inch more than they have to."

I'd give her a lot more than an inch—around ten, Natalie thought, but didn't say. She was somewhat annoyed at herself for the innuendo, even if it had manifested more because of the perfect set-up than anything.

"But you trust her that little, even though you're teammates?"

"I trust anyone that little."

"Anyone?"

"Including you, yes," Vanetta said. "Oh, don't look so offended. We've known each other for all of a single full day."

"An action packed one, though," Natalie said, wiggling her eyebrows—trying not to be offended. "A thighfucking doesn't mean anything to you?"

"You're impossible." A few moments passed, her pencil scribbling against the notebook, before she said quietly, "Fine. Maybe I trust some people more than others. But you have some misconceptions about me, if you think I trust you implicitly after a single day of knowing you. Just because I'm … more comfortable … around you doesn't mean I trust you."

"That's—fair. I already knew that." And she did; but it was blunt for Vanetta to say outright. "I just don't like being grouped in with Elida."

Vanetta smirked. "That's also fair."

"But, really. She's still your teammate."

"It's a temporary affair."

"It is?"

Vanetta pursed her lips. "Well—maybe not. I joined thinking so. But Elida is stronger than I expected. Perhaps it'll be less temporary, in light of that."

"Oh?" She'd have expected the time spent on Elida's team would discourage Vanetta from staying with her. She was disgruntled the opposite had happened.

"I care about efficiency, Natalie," Vanetta said, reading the look on her face. "About teammates who can clear the dungeon quickly, cleanly, and with minimal risk. Their personalities mean less than nothing. I'd rather we weren't friends." She hesitated, then added, "It's why I wouldn't entertain an offer from you, for example. Not that I was expecting any such thing," she clarified. "But I already dislike how—the ease with which we—our current behavior toward each other," she finished clumsily.

That announcement, too, Natalie was taken aback by. For a few reasons, but she focused on: "You wouldn't want to be on my team?"

"No. Not just because this City of Eros is something I'm quite fine with being a once-in-a-lifetime event. I don't want another floor like this; the dungeon should be the dungeon. I liked it as it was. But also because, yes, I mean it: teammates shouldn't be friends." The scribbling continued for a moment as Vanetta organized her thoughts. "It's why I went solo for the first while. To avoid complications. That, and because I didn't think anyone could keep up with me. I'm realizing now that was arrogant. Tenet has a number of first-years that aren't … completely useless, to my surprise."

"Not completely useless," Natalie quoted. "Put that on my gravestone."

"Shush."

"I'm surprised you thought Tenet wouldn't have someone who could keep up with you. We're the best Academy in the world." She paused. "Debatably—top three for sure."

Vanetta's cheeks colored. "As I said, I realize that was arrogant, now. But, I thought—" She shrugged and didn't offer more.

Natalie didn't pull on that thread; Vanetta seemed uncomfortable, and Natalie was no Elida, to dig into someone's past against their wishes.

"Finishing up now," Vanetta murmured after a minute had passed. "I seriously can't believe you made me do this. Forcing a girl into drawing herself having sex." She shook her head. "You seriously have no shame."

"Had no shame," Natalie laughed. "Put that on my gravestone, too."